Lahat ng Kabanata ng He let me think I won: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter 1The glass slipped in Adrian’s hand.Not enough to fall. Just enough to tilt, the champagne catching the light before settling again. No one else noticed. They were too busy watching the stage.Watching him.Adrian set the glass down on a passing tray without looking. His eyes didn’t leave the man at the front of the room.Lucien Moreau stood under the gold lights like he owned them. Like he owned the whole room. Black suit, no tie, one button undone at the collar. Calm. Easy. Untouched.Winning.Again.“And the award goes to Lucien Moreau.”The applause came fast, loud, and eager. People stood. Some clapped too hard, like it might make them matter to him. Cameras flashed. A woman near the front laughed too loudly, her hand on his arm as if she had a right to be there.Adrian didn’t clap.He leaned back against the marble pillar behind him, arms crossed, jaw tight. His pulse beat steady, but there was a sharp edge under it. A feeling he didn’t like naming.He already knew the

Chapter 3The first alert hit at 5:03 a.m.Adrian didn’t wake slowly. His eyes snapped open, body already tense before his mind caught up. His phone kept buzzing on the nightstand, sharp and constant.He grabbed it.One message.Then five.Then twenty.Markets reacting.Lucien Moreau Holdings sudden drop.Trading halted in two divisions.An emergency board meeting was called.Adrian sat up, the sheets falling to his waist, heart beating fast but steady.“No…” he said under his breath.Not disbelief.Timing.Too fast.He swung his legs off the bed and stood, already opening the first report. Numbers filled the screen, moving, shifting, dropping.Fast.Too fast.This wasn’t a crack anymore.This was a break.He walked to the window, staring out at the city that still looked the same. Quiet. Calm. Like nothing had changed.But everything had.Lucien Moreau was falling.Adrian let out a slow breath.“So it’s happening,” he said softly.He should feel one thing.Victory.That’s what this w

Chapter 5Adrian didn’t knock this time.He pushed the door open like he owned the place, like he wasn’t walking back into the same room that had already unsettled him once.The light was still on.Warm. Quiet. Too calm.And there he was.Lucien Moreau hadn’t moved much. Same table. Same glass. The same slow, steady way of existing like nothing outside those walls mattered.Adrian stepped inside and shut the door behind him, harder than before.“I’m not done,” he said.Lucien glanced up, not surprised.“I didn’t think you were.”That calm again.It scraped against Adrian’s nerves.“You should be on the phone,” Adrian said, walking closer. “Fixing your mess. Not sitting here drinking like this is normal.”Lucien’s fingers tapped lightly against the glass.“What makes you think I’m not fixing it?”Adrian let out a sharp breath.“Because your company is still falling,” he said. “Nothing’s changed since this morning.”Lucien tilted his head slightly.“Not everything needs to change at onc

Too EasyLucien signs before Adrian finishes speaking.No pause. No question. No fight.The scratch of a pen on paper is the only sound in the room.Adrian still goes.That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.He watches Lucien’s hand move across the last page, smooth and steady, like he’s signing a dinner bill instead of handing over a year of his life.“Done,” Lucien says.He sets the pen down gently. Not dramatic. Not angry.Just calm.Too calm.Rain hits the tall glass windows behind Adrian’s desk. The city looks blurred tonight. Gray and silver and sharp edges. The office lights are low, casting shadows across Lucien’s face. He looks younger in this light. Softer.But Adrian knows better.Lucien Moreau has never been soft.Adrian leans back in his chair slowly.“You didn’t read it.”“I did,” Lucien replies.“You skimmed it.”Lucien lifts one shoulder. “I trust you.”That lands wrong.Adrian studies him. Dark hair pushed back. Shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. No tie. He came

Lucien steps into the boardroom five minutes early.Not rushed. Not nervous.Ready.Adrian watches him through the glass wall of his office.Black suit. Clean lines. No tie. Sleeves sharp at the wrist. Hair pushed back like he owns the air around him.It’s his first official day working under Vale Enterprises.His first shift.And he looks like he belongs here.Adrian tells himself that irritation in his chest is normal.He wanted this.He drafted the contract. He set the rules. He defined the power.Lucien works under him now.On paper.The boardroom begins to fill. Senior marketing heads. Finance director. Two brand managers whispering near the screen.Lucien moves among them with quiet ease.He shakes hands. Holds eye contact. Smiles just enough.Adrian steps inside the room.The air shifts immediately.Conversations lower. Chairs straighten.“Good morning,” Adrian says.They echo it back.Lucien turns toward him.There’s no defiance in his expression. No mockery. Just calm attenti